I look at you and see your soul that lies within.
You have not an object for a soul, but entire seasons.
If an array of objects were compared to the wondrous depths of your soul, they would be put to shame.
I can paint Spring, to show your liveliness.
You are so alive, waking with a new song playing in your head.
I can paint Summer, to show your spirit.
You are adventurous, diving into new waters.
I can paint Autumn, for the love you ignite.
Fire lit to keep warm and celebrate.
Your love is a warm blanket like that of a fire; you feel like home.
I can paint Winter, for the bravery you possess.
Snow coating the ground preserves what lies underneath.
You are not one, but all of the seasons.